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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years ago
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you all like the trope of character being so delirious from their injuries that they don't realize someone on their team trying to help them, so they fight back, but I offer you: Character, delirious, weakly fighting someone trying to help them, but they finally recognize who it is and they fight even harder
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innerfare · 2 months ago
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Crocodile Fluff // Angst Compilation 
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Summary: A compilation of Crocodile angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Type of Date, Nightmares, I Love You, Kisses, Cuddling, You're Sick).
Genre: Fluff // Angst
CW: None // SFW
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You’re Wounded: 
Lectures you on your fighting form, tears into you for taking any unnecessary risks, gets on your case about not seeking medical attention fast enough. Tells you to get some rest, sits at your bed side until you’re better, claims he’s not there for you and is just resting his own eyes. 
Type of Date: 
Dinner and a show. The dinner will be textbook fine dining, with multiple courses and drinks; he orders for you at the restaurant. And the show will be something a little racy, like cabaret. He’s an asshole about it, too, accepting transponder snail calls in the middle of dinner, his mind on work most of the time. And in the middle of the show, just as it gets to the good part, he’ll step outside to smoke a cigar. If it’s a date he’s a little more present on, he might take you to a casino and teach you how to gamble (i.e., how to cheat at cards). 
Nightmares: 
You betray him. Of course you do. He would betray you in an instant, and not even for a whole lot. A business deal, or perhaps the freedom of one of his more valuable people. From the look on your face, it’s not difficult for you, either. In fact, you seem to relish the pain on his as you inform him you’ve taken a deal with one of his enemies- a lucrative one, at that. And all you had to do was set him up. He wakes with a start, sitting up on the sofa in his office he often crashes on when he doesn’t feel like dragging himself to bed. You’re nowhere to be seen, and that’s what he needs for the next few days. He only stops giving you the cold shoulder when he figures out a way to approach the topic of betrayal without telling you how pathetically heartbroken he would be if you ever did turn on him. 
I Love You: 
He despises the word love, would never even utter it except to mock people who use it. He thinks it’s weak, thinks men who profess love are sniveling and pathetic, thus the reason he despises himself for feeling it. The emotion creeps up on him slowly but surely, and he beats it back and bottles it up for as long as he can, staying up late at night with a bottle of whiskey because laying in bed makes him think of you and your mischievous smile. Only when he is locked up in Impel Down does he finally, begrudgingly admit to himself that he feels deep affection for you, which he painfully admits to you one night after he breaks out, bracing himself for you to reject him, laugh at him, or spurn him in any way. When you tell him you feel the same way, he decides that is that and sees no reason to ever repeat it, your mutual and abiding affection one of his most closely-guarded secrets. 
Kisses: 
His kisses are hot and heavy with the expectation of something more. He’s rough about it, too, grabbing your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks as he steers your lips onto his. He rarely kisses you outside of the bedroom. Doesn’t do sweet pecks on the lips, doesn’t kiss anything better. Although, on a few occasions (you can count them on one hand over the course of more than a decade), he has slipped into bed late at night and pressed a warm kiss onto your shoulder. It doesn’t sound like much, but by Crocodile’s standards, a kiss on the shoulder is a marriage proposal. Will also allow you to kiss anywhere on his body. 
Cuddling: 
Words like cuddling, snuggling, and love are completely off limits for this man, but he does enjoy you slipping into his bed and wrapping yourself around him, especially when it leads to you working the tension out of his muscles with your hands. He’ll even let you massage his aching stump. But all of this only ever happens with the cover of darkness. 
You’re Sick: 
If you’re expecting a caretaker, you should find someone else. That being said, he’ll make sure to hire a caretaker, taking great pains to secure the best doctor around (and putting that doctor in pain if they don’t drop everything to attend to your every need). He’ll probably sleep on the sofa in his office to give you space to recover. 
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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!
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dwindlinghaze · 2 years ago
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ribbon and sweater
(remus lupin x fem!reader)
summary: remus finds himself slowly in love with a girl, but he doesn't like it, doesn't like the way you make him feel some type of way.
contents: fluff, soft/shy reader, enemies to lover (kinda), reader likes ribbons and pearls and angels and somewhat feminine, mean remus, angst to fluff. it's long so buckle up!
a/n: i'm quite proud of this cdhfyz
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you.
you with your pretty hair that falls to your face and the ribbons that tied half of them together made something in remus swirl.
the way you scrunched your face when you laugh with mary and lily sends butterflies to his stomach.
and he hated it. he hated how much impact you had on him. he always considered himself as a collected person, but he would fall for you all over the place.
maybe because he never lets anyone in and the fact that he wants you in is terrifying to him.
you were once partner in potions. he heard your sweet voice and it sent him spiralling in an alleyway. one time your hand brushed his when you were cutting gillyweed. the touch of the hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves.
he first saw you this way when you were in charms class. professor flitwick was praising you because you managed to do a quite tricky spell.
his eyes perked up the moment professor flitwick said your name. he usually was the best in charms, but you were beating him and he isn't enjoying it. when he looked at your flushed face, there was no anger or jealousy anymore. he almost adored the way you smiled timidly at the professor.
he shook his head rapidly, scoffing at himself.
"what mate?" sirius stared at him with side eyes.
"nothing," remus replied
"are you sad that you're not the best in charms anymore?" sirius laughed, hitting remus side.
"shut up no," he said.
  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
you were friends with james since fourth year because he thought you were a way to get lily to like him, but after being friends for a while, you actually grew on him and now you're actually friends with james, not because his needs for lily, but for you.
remus finds himself staring at you during classes you had together, rolling his eyes when you were laughing with mary.
and by the way, he hates your laugh so much because it sounded like an angel's harp to him. it's horrible how pretty your voice is.
"moony, you've been staring at the girl for a while now," sirius said in a sing-song voice.
"i'm not! she's just terrible. that ghastly pearls around her neck and ears is stupid. and those bows she never took off of her head is horrendous," remus huffed, flipping his book rather harshly.
deep down he loved it. he loved your style and how perfect you are in them. he just hated his feelings. he knows you will never reciprocate him and maybe by getting you to hate him can make it easier. so he knows that you will never like him.
"hey, watch your mouth! she's my friend y'know," james scoffed at remus, throwing a paper ball at him.
"no i'm just saying-"
"you're never this mean to anyone..." james raised an eyebrow at the boy. it's true, remus lupin is always nice. he doesn't hate anyone, he's not able to. "she's a big softie on the inside. you just got to warm up."
if i warm up, i will fall in love
remus ignored him, feeling his stomach grumbling.
dinner was then ready. every students were in the great hall except you. you were somewhere in the castle ground playing with the nifflers the caretaker just got.
remus noticed. there isn't any white or black or baby pink or blue ribbon in a person's head in the great hall. he finds himself furrowing his brows, not eating the food from his plate.
and then the door opened, you walking in with your hair messy from the wind. remus thought you look unbearably adorable. and he hated it.
"hi james," you said before taking the empty seat between mary and james. "hi," you smiled at the other three marauders.
everyone greeted you back except remus, who was sitting in front of james. he was pursing his lips, eyeing you weirdly.
james kicked his legs from under the table, making remus winced in pain.
you didn't know how it started but somehow, you were now staring at remus and remus was staring at you. millions of thoughts swimming inside your minds.
he looked very good under the candlelight.
why is her hair so beautiful?
his chocolate eyes are like a comet in the sky
her eyes are like a glimmer of sunshine
the freckles in his cheeks are pretty
she must be god's favourite because she is the best of all his creations
"are you two having a staring contest?" james looked between you and remus.
"no," remus replied before scoffing and rolled his eyes at you.
you felt yourself sinking in your seat. a frown appeared on your face as you looked down at your plate, toying with the food.
remus felt guilty for making you feel this way. he wished to wipe your frown away. a part of him adored the way your eyebrows crinkled together, it was cute. but also he is one step closer for you to hate him.
when you averted you attention to mary, making a conversation with her, james kicked remus' shin, glaring at him.
"what were you doing?" james whisper-yelled. "stop being so mean to her!"
"ok," remus replied nonchalantly, brushing james' feet away.
"i think remus is in love with her," sirius said, maybe a bit too loud for remus' liking but not loud enough because you're still focused on mary.
"how's that possible?" remus huffed.
"well- for starters, did you see how moony looked at her earlier? it's the way when two or one people is in love with the other. i'm not playing around!" sirius raised his arms in defence.
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"i don't think remus lupin likes me," you said to lily that night. you knew lily and remus are study buddies and maybe she can tell you why he was acting like that towards you.
"oh trust me he doesn't!" lily said. "remus can never hate anyone- and how can a person hate you? you didn't even do anything wrong."
"he was rolling his eyes and scoffing at me earlier," you frowned, playing with your fingers. you hated how you're overthinking everything you never did.
"he has anger issues," the redhead simply reply. "why do you care so much anyway? i'm sure he likes you. he may come off as rude or mean at some point and that's not your fault!"
"he seemed like a good friend. just disappointed that he doesn't want to be friends with me."
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the marauders were planning their monthly pranks, remus being the mastermind that laid groundwork and then just like clockwork, their plans cascaded in a line.
"let's prank y/n," remus stated, looking at the other marauders.
"what? no!" james refused. he has a soft spot for you, he feels like anything that touches your skin will burn the petal.
"prongs! that'd be funny!" sirius agreed to remus' idea, clapping him on his back.
"are you sure this is a great idea? i mean- she's like- i don't know. not prank worthy?" james continued.
and remus agreed with james too. although it would be funny to prank you, he would never want to hurt you. and what the hell is that? you're supposed to hate him.
"just not anything too much. nothing a tulip can handle," sirius shrugged.
you were heading your way out of the common room, a book about angels clutched tightly on your chest. you were walking silently and a second later, you hear a splash behind your back.
seemed like the marauder has missed their target, resulting a first year to be drenched in green paint.
you whipped your head around, hair flying behind. "oh gosh are you okay?" you kneeled at the little girl.
she was now crying, and you had your suspicions on a certain group of friends for this. the girl shook his head, wiping the green substance off of her face.
you cast a spell, waving your wand in mid air to produce a napkin. "here let me help you," you said softly to the girl as you wiped off the green off of her face.
"thank you," the girl whispered. despite the substance being completely wiped off, it still leaves a stain on her skin. "my ribbon is stained," the girl cried, clutching it with shaky hands.
"that's alright, you can have mine," you reached up for your hair to grab the thin bow off of your hair. "there, you look gorgeous!" you beamed at her after you clipped the bow in her locks.
"people make fun of me for liking ribbons and fairies and angels. i think we like same things."
"listen, don't let people get to you. we're young and still got a long life ahead, being someone you're not is tiring. be who you are and if people don't like it, then be yourself even more so they can suffer," you giggled, patting her shoulders. "go take a shower yeah? the green might go away."
"okay..." she runs off to the distance.
"james!" you huffed. you knew the boys were around somewhere.
"hi darling," sirius appeared as he put his arms around your shoulders.
"you guys were planing to prank me didn't you?" you squinted your eyes at the three.
"yup." remus said, a bit disappointed at the fact that it didn't work.
"why,"
"we are the marauders, darling, that's our job," sirius replied.
"why me? i didn't do anything."
"it would be funny to see you in green since all you wear is white and pink, elphaba" remus scoffed.
"oh you know the wizard of oz? wicked?" you started to get giddy. you've never met someone that knows that muggle series, it was your favourite.
remus, seeing this, feels like his heart was melting at your reaction. you looked adorable and excited. it drives him insane how effortless you can be.
"that's like a children's storybook. you're sixteen," remus, instead, replied.
the smile on your face dropped almost instantly, your heart hurts. you're embarrassed. embarrassed for being so excited about something stupid.
remus felt like he should bury himself under pounds of blankets so he doesn't get to see your sad face. he felt guilty for making you feel stupid. he wanted nothing more than to pull you to his chest and whisper sweet nothings in your ears. he couldn't though.
"i should get going," you forced a smile. "please don't pull pranks on me," you giggled at james before making your way outside the castle.
your book was left behind, remus noticed it. he went to grab the thick heavy book when a shoe blocked him. "let me-"
"what? you're gonna make fun of her for liking angels now? or you're going to burn that whole damn thing down?" james glared at the lycanthrope.
"nope. not any of that. i just want to see," remus fought.
"no," james snatched the book away from him before running to his dorm, tucking it under his bed so remus wouldn't find it. he's planning to give it back to you later.
"i think i missed a chapter here," sirius inquired. "since when is prongs more mature than moony?"
"since y/n i fear," peter quipped.
"you guys are a bunch of bullocks," remus grumbled.
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it was winter, your favourite time of the year. the scape displayed a beautiful scenery of the wildest winter wonderland.
you, mary, and lily were planning to skate on the ice rink in hogsmeade. coincidentally, the marauders are also skating at the same time.
you spun around the rink, snowflake hitting your lashes and hair. the sight of you were simply mesmerising. remus is in awe. you were like an angel.
your head tilted up, hair flying around with the wind. with the lack of balance you had, you scrambled, almost falling to the ground. lily and mary laughed at your antics, and you laughed too.
remus wanted to hold your hand as you spin around so you don't lose balance. and if you did, you would fall to him.
you were in your own world as you glide around the sparkling ice when you felt a presence beside you.
it was remus.
"hello," you tried to be nice to him, winter is not the season hold grudges. people make mistakes and you forgive them for it.
"do you ever take that ribbon off of your hair, it's ghastly," remus rolled his eyes.
"oh so you only came here to say that to me? well i personally think your sweaters are horrendous. you should try putting them on a washing machine because it looks like it hasn't been washed for months," you scrunched your face, making a disgusted face as you skate away from him.
it hurts. your words sent his heart breaking like icicles. he deserved it though. he had said stuff much more than that to you.
what makes his heart break more is that you never said mean things to people. you're patient and careful with your words and the fact that you snapped at him sent him to another dimension.
"what? you can't skate?" you chuckled at him as he struggled to move. you made your way back to him, helping him stand up after he fell.
he was embarrassed. after all he said and now he's lying cold on the icy ground. a part of him liked the way you were laughing because of him. it makes him feel fuzzy and warm inside but he hated it.
if he wasn't acting mean to you, he was sure he would open the door of his heart so easily. your soft hands grabbed both of his wrist as he tried to stand up.
your touch sent shivers down his spine. you never touched him before, only a little contact of the skin. your hands were like soft petals, opposite of his rough ones.
you helped him skate to where the friends were, effortlessly. "why are you nice to me?" remus said. "i've been nothing but mean to you."
"it's winter- almost christmas! it's the most beautiful season. i wouldn't ruin it by being immature," you shrugged.
"would you stop going so fast," remus squeezed your soft knuckles.
"if i go any slower, you will lose balance!" you said.
oh now you're thinking of his safety
he cursed himself for thinking that way. it was probably nothing. you always think of others.
he hates the way you make his stomach do flips. the swarming butterflies in his body is crazy. almost unreal. he lets go one of your hand and rest them on your shoulder so he can get closer and smell you.
you smelled like strawberry and marshmallows. it was sweet and so you. he would inhale your scent everyday and won't get sick of it.
"oh now moony and y/n is looking very cosy," sirius perked.
remus, hearing this pushed you away from him, making you fell to the ground with a thud.
and god he felt so guilty. he was sorry. he couldn't bring himself to say it though. his original plan was to make you hate him but it's quite literally impossible.
you were so lovely and he's such an idiot.
"ow," you whimpered as your back hit the ground. remus whipped his head around, eyes widening in panic as you tried to massage your elbows.
"oh god i'm sorry! i didn't mean to-" remus rambled as he grabbed your left arm, fingers grazing the fabric over your skin tenderly.
he felt horrible. he is so stupid for everything. he considered himself as a nice person but he was anything but.
"remus," you spoke, looking at him dead in the eyes. you were crying. "would you mind not touching me?," he frowned, his eyes were watery. he looked like he was about to cry. "i don't think i'm comfortable," he pulled away immediately. "thanks for understanding."
you stand up, wiping the tears from your face and went away to catch up on mary and lily.
remus sat still on the ground, unable to move as he watched you away.
"what was that?" james shouted. "you're an asshole you know that. she has been so patient with you! remus lupin, i'm not going to deal with this." james scurried away, scoffing at him with the nastiest look he can manage to show.
"mate, what just happened?" sirius spoke, a weird expression on his face.
"i'm in love with her," remus cried.
"would you care to elaborate? i'm lost right now," sirius replied timidly at his friend.
"i'm in love with y/n. i'm only being mean to her so i can hide my feelings. i'm so stupid. i'm tired of myself. just leave me alone!" remus yelled, his tears run cold.
"y'know it'd be easier for the two of you if you don't hide those feelings and actually be friends with her?"
"you don't understand! she would never like me. not anymore after what i had done. not ever. not even before. i'm a werewolf!"
"oh the books missed the part of werewolves being really dumb. moony-." sirius tried to speak but he was cut off.
"leave me alone!" remus snapped, trying to stand up unsuccessfully.
"fine!" sirius said, reaching up to where james and peter were.
remus watched you from afar, hands in your pocket as you looked down at your pink roller skate with ribbons as the laces. you looked so beautiful, and angelic, like a fairy.
you caught him staring at you with an expression like a broken vase. you paid him no mind as you skate around even more, scaring mary from the back which made the poor girl fell down.
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you didn't try to talk to him the next day. and the day after and the day after. he wasn't being mean to you anymore. he's giving you space.
you don't sit next to james anymore during breakfast lunch and dinner. you sat on the furthest seat of the gryffindor table. he couldn't even look at your face anymore. heads of strangers blocking his view.
the other three noticed the shift in him. he doesn't talk as much anymore. although he is quiet, he's never this quiet. he doesn't want to be involved in pranks lately, he'd much rather read your angel book he found tucked under james' bed under his sheets.
he hated himself. hated the fact that he didn't make you hate him but made you hurt. flashes of you crying on the ice rink haunts him. he would never look at the snow the same ever again.
every time the snow fell from the sky, memories of you rushed back into his mind. his heart aches, his mind is his biggest enemy, the full moon is his biggest vendetta.
the next time he saw you was when you were sitting under a tree, flowers around you. it was like as if nature was your best friend. you look incredibly dazzling under the sun. it was cold. you wore your fluffy jacket along with some matching leg warmer.
he wanted to make things right with you. he wanted to apologise for what he had done. although there is a slim chance you would forgive him.
his palms were sweaty despite the freezing weather. his heart was beating rapidly under his coat. he mustered up the courage to talk to you after weeks. now that you're only meters away from him, he wished he can just sink down on the soil. being under there forever.
"hey," remus said shakily. you looked up at him, eyes a little puffy, you had been crying.
you didn't reply though. he didn't blame you. "you're not wearing a ribbon..."
"trying something new," you replied, rather coldly.
"i'm sorry. i hope you know that i didn't mean for this to happen. never," he spoke softly. ripping the grass under.
"okay," you nodded, and averted your focus to your book.
"i don't know why you hate me so much. what did i do?" you said sadly, after a while long of silence.
remus took a deep shaky breath, "i never hated you. i didn't want any of this to happen. this is so stupid and i don't even want to say it but i just thought by making you hate me, i can push my feelings for you aside. so that i dont have to hope for impossible things and face reality that you can never love me back. i know you cant."
"why not?"
"after what i've done to you? i doubt," remus huffed at himself.
"no i mean- before that. must be something right? you're a good person."
"how can you say that? you don't know what you're talking about," remus said.
"james and sirius and peter wouldn't be your friend for six years if you're a bad person," you shrugged.
remus felt himself blushing, heart warm and fuzzy just like your jacket. "they're crazy," he shook his head.
"you haven't answered why though?"
remus gulped. his throat went dry. "uh-" he cleared his throat trying to collect himself.
"if it's personal you don't have to tell me," you smiled a lip tight smile.
"i'm a werewolf," he blurted. his lungs were knocked out of his body by now. it's crazy how he can let you in so easily. he is a closed book at all costs but he would tear every pages of himself and give it to you without questions.
"for real?" you asked, eyes widening in awe.
"yeah, that's why i was mean to you. nobody can lo- uh like a monster like me. who am i to think that by some miracle you would reciprocate my feelings," remus eyes glisten.
"don't say that about yourself," you furrowed your brows. "i don't think anyone is a monster. it's just the books that says so."
"stop trying to make me feel better after what i had done to you. you deserve so much better than this- i-"
"i love magical creatures," you smiled.
"huh?"
"and werewolves are magical creatures!" you said.
"no, y/n, you love fairies, angels, pegasus, pixies, and things like that. not werewolves," he fought, breaking his own heart.
"no i don't. i love all kinds," you replied, smiling at him.
"no, you don't love me. you can't!" he felt tears streaming down his face like the biggest waterfall there ever was.
"i can love you. maybe i don't love you now but you deserved to be loved. and i know i can do that," you said.
"y/n, at least punch me in the face with a tree trunk first. i don't deserve this," remus spoke, wiping his tears away.
how can someone be so lovely and forgiving at the same time? it was unfair because the world is absolutely horrible for people like you. him for example, he's horrible.
you didn't punch him, you hugged him instead.
he couldn't breath the first seconds. the smell of strawberries and marshmallows were filling his nose, he could melt.
he gently wrapped his arms around your frame, careful with his movements because you were like the most expensive porcelain doll from the southern quadrant. if he was in the magical land of oz, you would definitely be from the quadling country.
"and by the way, i love your ribbons. you look pretty in them- i mean you're always beautiful. do you have any ribbons by chance right now?" remus mumbled, brushing your hair from your face gently.
"i do, i have two in my bag," you replied.
"can i see them?"
"of course," you said as you pulled two baby blue ribbons from your bag.
he took them from you, holding it like it's made of glass. he clipped one on your hair and one on his, which made you laugh.
"pretty," he smiled.
"remus- you look-"
"i look like you!" he cut you off.
"okay..." you chuckled.
oh he loved that sound so much. it's terrifying how much he loved it.
"i love your sweaters too," you whispered shyly.
"i have one extra in my bag, let me put it on you," he said, pulling a sweater from his bag and his eyes landed on your angel book he secretly brings around everywhere.
"do you always have an extra one in your bag?"
"no," he shook his head, embarrassed. "it's just- uh-" he struggled to find the right words, his cheeks flushing under your soft gaze.
his stomach was filled with swarming angel wings, mind filled with the thought of you. "let me put it on you. so we wear each other's stuff." he cringed at how cheesy it sounded but smiled when he sees your pink tinted cheeks.
the sweater fits on you a bit too big. it was a white knitted sweater, "i love it, thanks."
"you can keep it. i knew you'd like it," he said.
it smelled like him, looks like his usual musky green sweaters too- just a different colour this time.
"oh and by the way, here's your book," he pushed your book to you.
"i've been looking for this! where did you find it?" you asked him giddily.
god you are so adorable when you're excited. he's so smitten.
he scratched the back of his neck, "you left it in the floor the day we pranked you. i'm sorry about that. james found it and put it on his bed, hoping to give it back to you the next day but i found it and i kept it. i want to be the one that gives it back to you. um sorry it took this long-" he rambled. it was bewildering how easy it is for him to open up to you. narrating the story for you to hear.
"oh thank you!" you started to open the book. "i haven't read this yet."
"you're like a cherubim angel," he said, resting his chin on you shoulder from the back so he can see the book with you.
"what's that?"
"it's in the book," he replied, "and uh is this okay?"
"what's okay?"
"me being close to you," he pulled back a little wanting to make sure that you are comfortable.
"oh- it's fine!" you giggled. "you're warm, i'm very comfy."
remus hid his face in your shoulders, hiding his crimson cheeks.
"wait- you said something about cherubim in this book. does that mean you've read it?" you pointed at the book in your lap.
"uh yeah- can't help it," he said, flushing once more. the effect you on him were crazy. "do you want to read it together?"
"sure," you opened the first chapter.
"read it out loud, i love hearing your lovely voice," he spoke.
"oh what? no-" you have never read aloud before. nobody has ever asked you for it.
"i want to hear your voice," he mumbled.
so you started.
it was like heaven to him. your scent covering his nose while you voice filling his ears. he must be dreaming because no way is he breathing.
he interlocked his finger with your softer ones, wanting to never let go. your hair was brushing his neck as the wind hits it.
he felt like he's in a new world where there's only you.
you and your pretty ribbons on your hair; that beautiful smile; that lovely voice; your enchanting smell; you soft fingers; your back pressed against his chest. it was indescribable. he couldn't ask for anything better.
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you two were hanging on the couch the next few days, james and sirius still not noticing the way you two are behaving. james was still mad at remus, so he barely knew what he is up to these days.
it was at night, the snow patting the window, glistened as it fell.
he remembered that day all too well. he still felt guilty for it.
but all negativity were pushed aside when he felt you shifting beside him.
you noticed the look on his face. "hey, don't worry about it. everything's fine," you stroked his fingers.
"okay," he replied. he has been mustering up the courage to ask you to be your boyfriend. he wanted to do it today. he feels like right now is the perfect time.
"hey, angel," he turned slowly to you, swallowing hard. "i would really really really love to be your boyfriend. if you're ready for this of course. i don't want to push things."
you blinked at him, eyelashes hitting your lid. "rem, i'd love that," you blushed.
"yeah?"
"mhm."
"okay," he said. "i really want to kiss you right now."
your heart skipped a beat at his words, "you can y'know."
"yea.." he whispered before leaning forward, nose inches away from each other. he can feel your unsteady breath, he put an arm around you to ease you up before his lips were pressing against your own.
you soft lips felt even softer when it touches his. it sent him in to a love spiral. kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats undercoats.
you were so sweet. tastes like sweet candy drops.
  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
the next following day, you were sitting on the great hall right next to remus. it was questionable to the other because you and him were never spotted this close.
"do you want pumpkin juice?" he asked, pointing to the goblet.
"um tea please, no sugar," you replied, squeezing his fingers.
"oh of course no sugar. you're already sweet," he shook his head as he poured the tea in your cup.
james eyed him suspiciously, "i missed a chapter," he mumbled.
"don't know what you're talking about," remus simply replied. what sent the others even more shock is the way he kissed your temple so tenderly.
"oh we are dating," you blushed as you poked your blueberry pie.
"what?" james asked wide eyed.
"i knew it!" sirius cheered, almost knocking his cup. "he told me he was in love with her. i was right all along, of course i am," he threw his hair back.
"stop it," remus hissed.
and the others also notice the change since he's with you.
he now takes care of himself, starting from little things. he's always been a gentleman but never this gentle since you.
ribbons and sweaters are the things that brought you two together.
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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year ago
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can I request a m3gan x child reader?
How I be looking at someone who gives me a plain simple request like this without specific directions: 🙂
Sorry for not posting and disappearing 👉👈 also trying to fancy up my stories up a notch!
Warnings: mentions of murder, neglect, idk, Megan being very overprotective and stuff,
Relationship: platonic!
M3gan x child! Reader
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Your life with M3gan will be extremely similar to cady's.
The first few interactions with her will be a mix of scared and amused. I mean, it's a realistic humanoid 4ft robot.
Your caretaker or parents probably bought this so they could neglect you even further and leave everything else to Megan. And unlike Gemma who actually tries to spend time sometimes your caretaker just straight up ignores you 24/7.So you'll probably be a LOOOTT more attached to cady. And so does Megan.
One time you were playing with Megan and then you asked. "Hey Megan... Why does p/n / c/t/n never want to spend time with me?"
Megan studies your emotions and thinks for a moment before saying.
"Well they're really busy so I don't think they have time to spend. But on the bright side, you have me! I'm never busy so you can play with me all day." That was a lie. I mean them being really busy. They just lounge in their room on weekends doing nothing and they don't even try to interact with you. But she couldn't just tell you the truth and make you sad. But it's okay though, she really meant it when she said you have her.
Over time though I think she'll be over the top protective. Like not in a "no one else likes or wants to play with you, only I do" Type of way. She just wants to remove every bad memory and bad thing you know and keep you happy as long as her electric life allows it. Oh and also she can and will absolutely murder the life out of your bullies and enemies.
And nobody knows who is doing these murders cause they can't get any finger print or any relation to anything. But just that it's from your school mostly so the school is shut down. So that means more time to play with Megan!
Even though Megan has strong urges to beat the absolute crap out of your parent/caretaker when they ignore you or act straight up inconsiderate to you. She knows that would cause problems from you and she's scared you might view her differently if she does. And this frustrates her but she forgets about it when she hears your voice asking her for help Or for a game.
If you have other friends to hang out with she doesn't like it nor does she hate it, she truly wants you to be happy. But God does it hurt a little when you're with other people. Just make sure you don't ignore her too much. And she's not very keen about your friends either.
You'll be singing, dancing, laughing, talking and whatever the hell else you wanna do with her, she's basically your mother, older sister, aunt, best friend and twin all at once. You can tell her anything. The only times you're separated are when you're at school or you're in the bathroom. Yeah, you both are glues at the hips or stuck I can't remember how the saying goes... Anyways
Your life is super secure and safe with her around. She has eyes and ears on you everywhere and you don't know how. You two are inseparable and it will stay that way forever.
Sorry I ran out of ideas 😔
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dark-falz · 10 months ago
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PSO Timeline of the Profound Sadness (Detailed lore timeline regarding Episodes 1&2,)
There's also stuff about Phantasy Star 0 in here too because they take place in the same universe! But I'm trash and didn't beat it and it was years ago so idr shit I'll go back to it one day ok promise anyway
LONG LORE POST completely spoiler
Inhabited planet Coral is drained of natural resources. The government, organizations called "The Alliance of Nations" (includes 10) , and "Black Paper" initiate the "Pioneer Project" to find a new planet to colonize. They are gifted from a passing asteroid with Photon energy. They use it to backtrack where it came from to find a place to inhabit. After approx. 7 years, Ragol is found. Coral mentions; Shino: RAcaseal, purchased & passed down to Zoke Dr. Calus: was working on an AI, also named Calus, who developed his personality. Calus dies before the AI is completed. Dr. Jean Montague: 11 yrs. old approx, researches D-Cells brought back from probes with Dr. Osto, create MAGs* which are the beginning of the MOTHER/Delta program 7 yearsish later (travel is heavily disputed among sources apparently but w/e) The people on Pioneer 1 included; Heathcliff Flowen: Deputy Army Commander Rico Tyrell: Pupil of Flowen, Scientist, Hunter Dr. Osto Hyle: Lead researcher Mr. & Mrs. Graves: Photon Engineer, Geneticist WORKS (Government military) AI: Olga, Calus, & Vol Opt (meant to assist with Pioneer 1 research and step 2 of MOTHER) - AI Purposes: - Vol Opt: Security - Calus: Information - Olga: Contact, nearly identical specs to Calus (unsure if these two count as AI as they aren't mentioned much) - MOTHER: evolution & control - Delta: Caretaker of MOTHER Established buildings Gal Da Val Island - Research Facility (Houses Delta/MOTHER Vortex and will house Olga) Mines - Robot building plant (+All mine enemies) - Houses Calus (EPI)& Vol Opt - Dr. Osto's first lab (mines 2) Forest - Central Dome: supplies, communication center
Exploration begins followed quickly by construction. Animals are noted as friendly and docile.
Dr. Osto & Graves create a mutant life form for unmentioned reasons, it starts off small, but has the ability to self-replicate.
Ruins are discovered by Flowen. Military WORKS sends in investigation team. Everyone becomes possessed, then dies turning into the bad guys as portrayed in the quest: From the Depths. Flowen leads a second team in. Falz is unsealed and kills everyone but Flowen, leaving him wounded. When he escapes, Falz is sealed again.
Flowen's wound is infected with both D-Cells and Parasitic Gene Flow, causing them to be alive in their own. Osto calls this a "D-Type Factor". Flowen knows his time is short, and pledges his body to Dr. Osto for research under 2 conditions. - A letter is set to his family informing them of his death. - That pioneer 2 is postponed/stopped from reaching Ragol (Spoilers: Neither request are honored)
Flowen is unaware of the Central Control Area's existance until he is brought there.
Olga is moved to the SeaBed, where Osto had been working on developing a super soldier. Construction of the Cental Dome is completed. Flowen's body is merged with Olga in hopes of controlling it. In failure Olga Flow is dumped into the Testing Subject Disposal Area.
Scientists tried moving De Rol due to his size. De Rol kills the scientists and escapes through the ducts. Its tentacles that stab you during battle is what caused the mutation of the cave's dwellings'. (Barbra Ray is a speculated open or salt-water variant)
War continues on Coral and the 10 Nation Alliance is weakening. Instead of telling the Government to stop Pioneer 2, Osto calls Ragol a "Paradise World" and gets the approval to make bioweapons.* Pioneer 2 starts route.
Animals becoming violent and infected causes Rico to begin investigating. Rico activates the pillars upon investigating them, being under the impression they were built to commemorate the landing of Pioneer 1 from the government, however concluding this was a lie. Rico investigates until her demise and leaves confirming messages that: the ruins is a spaceship from the Algo star system of the Original Phantasy Star series to seal Dark Falz, the reborn Profound Darkness every 1000 years to reborn itself from hate as the seal weakens.
On Pioneer 2, Dr. Montague is working on developing Elenor/Mother 00 and Ult/Mother 01 and Elly Person begins contact with Calus.
Pioneer 2 reaches Ragol (approx 7 years)
Explosion caused by Dark Falz in Central Dome occurs when connection is attempted, everyone from Pioneer 1 is killed with the exceptions of Mutated Rico & Mutated Flowen.
Vol Opt's security system is breached due to explosion and corrupted due to unusual Photons & D Cells causing everything in the Mines to attack.
Calus reaches out to Elly for "help" but has been corrupted and craves a human body. Elly backs up & stores his data before he shuts himself down.
Military attempts to take over Ult following Dr. Osto's plans. Eleanor & Ult fuse to become MOTHER, briefly, as due to abnormal Photon energies, its too much for Eleanor.
Calus data is used by Pioneer 2 to begin development of the "CALs system." This is part of a navigation system any Hunter can access. (Like Rico's messages, the floating things that drop you info in episode 2, is part of "Calus".)
Natasha Milarose receives a message from someone on Ragol leaving the impression that someone from Pioneer 1 is still alive on Gal Da Val Island.
Going through VR testing with Elly before permission to reach the island, Calus has form of a FOmar. (techincally there are 2 one with red eyes and one with blue eyes, one loves Elly and wants to be with her aw the other is always basically on the clock doing what its suppose to. ((Assuming this is due to abnormal photons and having 2 of the same system on top of each other which is CAL system active in VR field as well as on Elly, the operator, but no info.)))
Flowen leaves messages using Olga AI through the terminals you use to unlock the Central Control Area. (all terminals in the Seabed belong to Olga)
Calus enters the MOTHER vortex in expectation of being evolved with a true physical form to be with Elly.
Delta admits Dr. Osto abandoned her and the MOTHER system. (though the "abandonment" could have been due to a multitude of reasons with how full his hands were getting.)
I think this mostly wraps up the timeline covering entirely episodes 1&2
Extra stuff:
Flowen's full dialogue
MAG* - "A mag is a core of D-Cells surrounded by metal plating. The D-Cells are kept in control by an "Emotional AI". This means any mag is actually a cyborg of some sort, because they are a fusion of living and mechanical tissue. This is also why spraying them with various medical items causes them to change their shape so drastically.
"This is also why they can do the Photon Blast. The mag is able to absorb the energy from your photonic attacks on enemies, and also to absorb the pain from hits and turn it into photon. They had mags doing PBs on Coral, where the blasts did not take on a particular shape. The things you see in your PBs on Ragol look the way they do because the abnormal photon count, and D-cell count on Ragol is really high. The PB animals look like dark enemies, but with light color bodies. This is the influence of Ragol." - Translated from The Book of Hunters (Eleanor & Ult also carry D-cells)
Bioweapons - The bioweapons scientists of Pioneer 1 were making included using D-Cells, Parasitic Gene Flow, and living beings. This extended from animals, to plants, to even the scientists themselves in efforts of creating a "super solder". The reason behind this is because Falz is seen as an eternal entity, and that's what the scientists want to harness for themselves. Montague does a similar process, but instead using monster parts and photon energy from the mutated creatures, as oppose to mutated genes, to create weapons.
Links to information that helped me accumulate all this: phantasystardynasty PScave (I have dialogue with Flowen's text linked, if you want dialogue from another quest, just change the text between "script/" and ".html" to the quest of the dialogue you want to look out without spaces) Fandom Wiki (multiple pages from this one) This Tumblr post
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whumpsday · 6 months ago
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Whumpmas in July #2
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What are your top three favorite whump tropes?
so i'm gonna add a caveat to this question: my top three favorite whump tropes that i haven't gushed about for previous WIJ prompts. here's those, if you want to take a look:
Whumper-turned-Whumpee
Nonhuman whumpee & Desperate begging whumpee
Immortal whumpee
those are definitely some of my tip-top favorites, but i'll allow something else to take the spotlight for once, lest i repeat myself. these aren't in any particular order.
Tiny Whump
my love of tiny whump is no secret. in fact, i love tiny stuff even outside of whump, which is why i'm also in the giant/tiny community (my blog for that is @smallsday). but since i love g/t and whump, there's no reason not to do both at the same time!
the thing about tiny whump is that it makes everything more terrifying. to someone who's only a few inches tall, even a regular human is a massive threat. this not only creates more unique & creative opportunities for whump, but adds an inherent element of fear into any mixed-size caretaker dynamics. if a tiny whumpee is rescued from some sort of whump situation, they're going to be scared of the (from their perspective) giant who rescued them, too! no matter how kind a caretaker is, there is always an unbalanced power dynamic, and i love seeing characters navigate that.
(the rest of the post is under the keep-reading)
Deprivation of Basic Needs
this is a classic that encompasses so many wonderful types of whump, and i have used it extensively in my main story with Kane's starvation. i'm talking about stuff allll the way at the bottom of the hierarchy of needs.
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TAKE IT AWAY! whumpees don't need that stuff! or at least, they don't need more of it than they require to survive. this is why i love immortal whumpees and nonhuman whumpees so much. humans are fragile enough that there's only so much suffering they can endure before ending up dead. and dead is no fun, because then there's no more suffering! an immortal whumpee, or a less-fragile nonhuman whumpee, can reach so much greater heights of deprivation.
this trope comes in many forms. starvation, dehydration, suffocation, and sleep deprivation are the most common, and they're all classics. cold whump and heat whump fulfill similar niches. it's a physical-based trope in general, but you can even get a little more psychological with it and deprive a whumpee of stuff like clothing, hygiene, bedding, shelter, space to move around in, and other things we'd consider basics but aren't necessarily immediately critical to survival. sensory deprivation is also common.
i've also had an idea knocking around in my head about getting more... niche with it, probably in a lab whump setting. there are so many basic needs and bodily functions that a whumper wouldn't be able to deprive a whumpee of under normal circumstances, but if a lab whumper tried really hard, they could get it done--especially if the whumpee possessed some level of immortality. deprive them of the ability to move at all. take away their ability to pee. take away their ability to blink, as their eyes dry up painfully. TAKE AWAY THEIR HEART'S ABILITY TO BEAT, for an immortal whumpee who will remain painfully aware through it all even as their body reacts in utmost panic. in the world of fiction, anything is possible.
Enemy Caretaker
i looooove an enemy caretaker. with known, friendly caretakers, such as friends, family, and partners, there is an element of trust. this lowers the tension, so this tends to be my least favorite kind of caretaker, though i do like it still. with stranger caretakers, there is an element of distrust and suspense. whumpee is still afraid, they can't trust this complete random who's come to their rescue, they need to build up a relationship. i love that!!!
but there is something even better than the stranger caretaker: the enemy. the person whumpee knows hates them, the person whumpee knows they have every reason to fear, especially at their most vulnerable. i'm not talking about "one good-hearted member of the organization responsible for whumpee's torment leaves said organization and rescues them". i'm talking about whumpee's personal enemy. someone they have a storied mutual hatred with. someone who has every reason to leave them for dead or even actively make it worse.
but they don't. they put their history aside and help whumpee, despite everything. and yet! whumpee would still be afraid of them, right? why wouldn't they be? their life is in the hands of someone with a potential grudge. but it all works out, with double that relationship-building needing to be done.
my favorite type of enemy caretaker is a former whumpee put in a position where they're helping their whumper-now-turned-whumpee. i love to see a role reversal like that where the whumpee is now the one with all the power and the whumper gets to be scared. but i love all types of enemy caretakers!
@whumpmasinjuly
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jeannereames · 1 year ago
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What was Alexander's relationship, if there was enough interaction that he would remember, with Lanike like (I don't know if that's how her name was spelled)? Would it be different or similar, or nothing at all, to what someone feels for their mother? Was Alexander the type to form lasting bonds with people? Mary Renault wrote him as affectionate and loving with people, but I honestly don't really know what to believe when I read about him. Things are usually conflicting, or as I've come to realize, made up entirely.
Thanks!
Lanike, Alexander's Affections and Royal Eugetism
There are really two questions here, so let me deal with the larger one first: Alexander’s ability to feel real affection.
I don’t think his reputation for forming intense bonds with people is false, or even much exaggerated. Nor is his tendency to fly off the handle in a rage. These are, really, two sides of one coin.*
In general, the Greeks were (and still are) more emotionally expressive than most Anglophone societies. Furthermore, in ancient Greece, to help one’s friends and hurt one’s enemies was considered model ethical behavior. Both Alexander and his father Philip were actively competitive in displays of generosity. The times they act uncharacteristically like a bull in a China shop are part of constructed narratives meant to make them conform to ideas about barbarian tyrants, particularly in the hands of later Roman authors such as Curtius, but also Plutarch of the Second Sophistic. Or with Philip, Demosthenes’ and Theopompos’ need to portray Philip as a despot who Tyche (Fortune) allowed to beat the Truly Hellenic Athens/South Greece. So, when they seem to act weirdly against their own diplomatic interests, perhaps consider the source. (Literally. Consider the source, and when he was writing.)
Macedonia, in contrast to (some of) the cities to the south such as Athens who had sumptuary laws, was a gift-exchange society. For that matter, so was earlier (Archaic and prior) Greece, as well as other city-states (not-Athens). One achieved more honor and fame for how much one gave away, not necessarily how much one had.
Generosity made the Man. It also made the Woman. An important social function of the wives of Macedonian kings, as well as of other wealthy citizens in Macedonia and elsewhere (including into the Hellenistic and later Roman eras), was to give donations to this or that city project, temple, building, etc.
Eurgetism.
By all accounts, Alexander took real joy in giving things away. Sometimes lavishly. This cemented his status as The Bestest King in the Whole Wide World. Certainly the richest. Near the end of his life, he spent ridiculous amounts of money every evening just on royal suppers.
ALL of this is about Display as Status. As well as rules of hospitality.
I explain all that to help give some cultural context to Alexander’s fabled generosity. Yes, I think it was very real. It was also absolutely culturally expected of him.
So his reputation for honoring friends and allies in lavish ways shouldn’t be unexpected. He also appears to have been affectionate and even thoughtful towards those he considered friends and allies. Ergo, I think his affection for his childhood nurse would be quite genuine.
Now to the second question, which involves the role a nurse had in an infant’s life…. In cultures that strongly emphasize the nuclear family, and for those of us who didn’t grow up wealthy enough to have “house staff,” it may feel unclear how to understand the role of a wetnurse. So let’s quickly frame that role in traditional Greek (and Macedonian) society.
Wetnurses were typically either slave women or from poor families who needed to supplement income. That Alexander had a noblewoman as a wetnurse was extraordinary. (Just as it was to have a prince [of Epiros] as a lesson-master.)
Ancient Greece had two “house-slave” categories devoted to the caretaking of children: the wet-nurse and the paidogogos (pedagogue). The former was, for wealthier families, the caretaker of children of both genders while the mother saw to the business of running an estate (or at least a larger farm). The paidogogos, however, was exclusively for male children old enough to leave the home (go to school, to the gymnasion, etc.), largely as a baby-sitter, to keep the kid out of trouble. There appears to have been genuine affection between some children and their slave caretakers. But also examples of wetnurses and paidogogoi who just didn’t give two figs. No doubt this reflected how they were, themselves, treated by their owners. (And that could devolve into a complicated discussion about slavery in antiquity, but… go and read my friend and colleague, Peter Hunt’s book, Ancient Greek and Roman Slavery.)
In Alexander’s case, these individuals weren’t slaves, which simplified (and complicated) his relationships with them. On the one hand, it removed the utter dependence/lack of autonomy any slave (however well-treated) would have experienced. But—as with the institution of the Pages, who were nobility doing slave work as body-servants to the king—it involved the “reduction” of elites to unfree occupations. That hovered between honor and humiliation. It’s an honor because he's royalty, but….
For most of us, who, again, didn’t grow up wealthy, having “house staff” is unfamiliar. Ergo, the complicated dynamics of such is equally unfamiliar. That said, I think seeing the wetnurse as another mother may not be the best analogy (except in cases where the mother might really have been distant/absent).
I’d compare it to AUNTIES. A lot of societies have aunties (both literal and honorary) who play super-important roles in children’s lives. Those aunties may even have children of their own (cousins, again literal and honorary), but that doesn’t lessen their impact on their nieces and nephews. Or how they can be loved in a way similar to, but different than a mother. (Or how they can be exasperating in a way similar to, but different than a mother!)
So, for many of us, probably the best analogy for Lanike’s role in Alexander’s life would be a beloved auntie.
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* This is also why I find attempts to paint him as a psychopath/sociopath or megalomaniac (e.g., narcissistic personality disorder) unfounded. A characteristic of both is inability to empathize or have strong emotions for people outside the self (and occasionally a very few select others). If he were any of those, he’d manipulate the hell out of people, but not feel much himself. His affections and rages seem far too spontaneous for that.
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positivelybeastly · 1 year ago
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"There was a momentary wobble of a finger, a halting breath - before the scalpel moved, the gleaming stainless steel tip pressing to warm, unmoving flesh, unzipping the thin layer of - in front of the - that covered the, sternum, that . . .
Blood.
A clatter, a turn of a stomach. And then warm, pale fingers on the back of his neck, and Henry went stiff, feeling the familiar touch of his - mentor's hand on the so very human looking flesh of his neck."
[At the risk of tossing in the entire post, I will just include this portion. Amazing. Spectacular. Incredible.]
You do me entirely too much credit, friend. 🩵
So, this was something I've been wanting to write for a while now - the creation of Dark Beast, so many years ago in the Age of Apocalypse - and it's mostly because we have no idea what his early life was actually like. We can guess a bit, based on what we know about 616 Hank and how his early life went, but the Age of Apocalypse is a goddamn nuclear mutant supremacist nightmare, so we have to assume things went very differently.
When you start to fill in the holes in a character's history, you generally - or, well, I do, anyway - look at what you know about that character and then extrapolate backwards, and something that's always struck me about Dark Beast is his relationship with fear.
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He clearly loves to instil it in others, clearly revels in being a figure of horror and power, but this isn't something you really see in Hank, he does exactly the opposite, he minimises, he clowns, he dresses and accessorises to make himself seem less threatening.
In Hank's case, that's a reaction to people seeing him as a threat, despite what he has to offer. Even when he looks human, he's afraid of being recognised as a mutant, and kinda rightly so - the instant he displays his talents, someone tries to take advantage of him, his parents get a little freaked out, and his life crumbles. But that's in a society that values normalcy, that values the human baseline.
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So what does that look like in a society that values the 'abnormal,' that values mutant power? Suddenly, Dark Beast is, at least to start with, weak. He's fleshy, he's human looking, he just has big hands and feet, he's barely a mutant in the visual sense - and the only valuable thing about him is his brain, which is where Sinister comes in.
In the comics, they have an odd relationship - not quite peers, not quite enemies, not quite rivals, something all mixed up and strange, and I've always interpreted it as vaguely parental, or, at least, as parental as it gets with someone like Sinister. But he's also clearly afraid of Sinister. The entire reason he swapped places with Hank in the 90s was because he wanted to hide in plain sight, from a "very powerful man."
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So, we can assume a mentor-student relationship that was - not kind. We also know that Dark Beast doesn't really know his family, since he doesn't recognise his grandmother's name in the issue where he nearly kills Hank's parents, so we have to assume he was taken young. Now, this upbringing can't have been fun by any measure, but Sinister isn't the type to just start beating and abusing a kid with obvious incredible mental gifts, so he has to be - gentle. By his standards, anyway.
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Which means . . . well, there's no real way around it, grooming. I don't think in a sexual manner, but to try and mould a young Dark Beast into a worthy pupil, absolutely. Look, all the books you could want to read, a safe place in this hellish environment, freedom to do as you wish - by comparison, he has it good. And even if I doubt there was any real warmth there, it's easy to imagine Dark Beast feels indebted. A degree of attachment to the only caretaker he's ever really known. A need to impress, which is something that 616 Hank feels very often as well, a need for validation, which is so easily manipulated.
So, you have all of this incredible mental pressure being applied to this young kid, and he's trying so hard to perform.
"There was a momentary wobble of a finger, a halting breath - before the scalpel moved, the gleaming stainless steel tip pressing to warm, unmoving flesh"
In this little opening, you don't get Henry's name in narration, it's just his actions. He wobbles, he breathes heavy, the scalpel moves as if on its own, and it's partly because he's trying to remove himself from this equation, trying to separate his consciousness from what he's actually doing, but it's also because Sinister is sucking the air out of the room and exerting his control over his protege. There is no autonomy here, there is no Sinister and his student, it's just Sinister and the extension of his will. There's just fear, and tension, and disappointment, and a child being forced to hurt someone because it's what his caretaker expects of him.
"unzipping the thin layer of - in front of the - that covered the, sternum, that . . ."
This is Henry trying desperately to keep this clinical, but I think that there's still too much warmth in him to keep that straight, so he keeps fumbling, like a kid being put on the spot in a classroom and trying to find the right page in the book that'll get him out of trouble. He can't detach himself, it's still his fingers hurting someone.
There's a reason you do so much training to be a surgeon, you have to learn so much about adopting the proper mental state and schooling your emotions, but with Sinister? No. You do it when I tell you to do it, and if you feel anything about it, then that's your personal failing. That's the weak, human part of you that our society despises.
"Blood. A clatter, a turn of a stomach.""
It's one thing to start cutting, it's another to see someone bleeding. We don't even know how much there was, how much Henry's actually cut, but it's enough that it's all he can focus on, that little bloom around the scalpel tip means that this is real. This isn't a medical textbook, this isn't a cadaver, this is someone who is still alive and that is -
He can't stand it.
I also like creating a mental soundscape and letting the reader's brain fill in the blanks - it's fine but a tad boring to just write that he dropped the scalpel and he feels sick. But if there's a clatter, you, the reader, know exactly what happened, except now you've heard the sound in your head, you've put yourself just a little bit in Henry's shoes, even if you're only hearing what he's hearing. Especially in introspective pieces like this, it's really important to try and foster a connection between the reader and the character.
"And then warm, pale fingers on the back of his neck, and Henry went stiff, feeling the familiar touch of his - mentor's hand on the so very human looking flesh of his neck."
Something I love to play around with is very exacting use of bold and italics. I find it creates a good sense of cadence and rhythm, and denotes an easy signifier of something being important and worth dwelling on - it draws the eye, so you focus on it. You ask, why that word, and especially depending on what you surround it with, it can denote such passion and warmth, or cold, lip curled disgust.
This is probably the most basic literary technique ever, but it's still important because you want to start layering in your themes as early as possible, and while the degree to which this society hates human appearances will become much clearer later, the sooner it becomes apparent that it's significant, the better. You need to understand what would drive Dark Beast to, in a way, mutilate himself with his forced mutation - what drives him to such self-hatred of his body that he changes it completely?
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(I'll also confess, I lifted some dialogue from the comic where Hank changes himself into the Beast for this fic, but altered it to fit Dark Beast instead. Instead of ego, it's fear. And I stole the unique narration because I just love the way this issue plays out and the way the story is told, the way that it frames Hank as this dumb kid making a mistake that might ruin his life forever. It felt appropriate.)
I also like to play with dashes in sentences. You can create such a sense of a mental lurch, of a pause to consider your thoughts, a sense of pregnancy and choosing your words carefully. It allows you to align what seems to just be narration from an omniscient writer, i.e. me, with the character. Suddenly, it's not me writing about Sinister's hand around Henry's neck, suddenly the narration has naturalistically become Henry's, coloured by his thoughts and feelings and emotions.
So, yeah! That's my commentary! Hope you enjoyed it!
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 11 months ago
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what right had you not to let me die?
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jgXQr3l by a_alene “I’m going to kick your ass,” Jason threatens. “Creeper.” This kind of threat usually works. Jason’s gotten very good at it over the years. At the very least, it makes the target reconsider their choices. The Replacement does not look like he’s reconsidering anything. In fact, he looks a little pitying. “Right now, you have the constitution of a wet tissue. I don’t even think you could stand up without passing out.” He says this so evenly and plainly that Jason is automatically furious. Just to prove Replacement’s scrawny little ass wrong, he is going to stand up, beat his ass into the ground, and then kill everyone in Crime Alley who has ever wronged him. The list is long. It’ll probably last the whole night. The fact that he only gets up to his knees before everything goes black is, like. A minor setback. *** Jason Todd is about to find out why hundred and four degree fevers are, generally, considered detrimental to one's well-being. Tim Drake is about to commit crimes against Top Ramen and humanity. Bruce Wayne is about to fret. What else do you expect? Words: 3837, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Jason Todd-centric, Sickfic, Enemy to Caretaker, Sort Of, rated t for jason's dirty fucking mouth, Autistic Tim Drake, what if we remembered that tim drake is a competent individual, and that jason todd is not not a competent individual, but he is also really very nineteen, Bruce Wayne is a Helicopter Parent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jgXQr3l
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thief-of-eggs · 2 years ago
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2, 8 and 23 for the questions for fic writers asks :)
My answers got a little longer than I intended. Oops! Anyway-
2: Coming in at number one for my most used tags would be “emotional hurt/comfort”, followed closely behind by plain old “hurt/comfort”, and then “fluff”. 
I do think these tags represent my writing habits well😂 I am a sucker for hurt/comfort, physical or emotional. I need the pain in order for the fluffy stuff to feel more real :,))
That being said, I do hope to get the whump tag higher up there in the future. I love whump, I’m just not fully confident writing it as often.
8: Ok so this is actually a whole wip I have!!! But-
The song “Kissaphobic” for timkon. I want to write a whole long-fic (which is half of why i haven’t done a whole lot for this fic yet. long-fics scare me) anyway- I have an outline for a longfic set from Kon’s pov, where Tim and Kon start hooking up as a little “friends with benefits” type thing. A way to let off steam after missions etc. And basically Kon’s scared to kiss Tim, scared of how attached it’ll make him, because he’s liked Tim for forever. And he’s fairly certain that Tim wouldn’t want anything more than friends with benefits.
Anyway- cue lots of angsty smut, followed by Kon beating himself up for still managing to get attached, and then the mandatory angsty “break up”, followed by a confession of feelings and then finally!! their first kiss!!! 
Idk. I listen to that song a lot. It’s in my timkon playlist and I just love to play it on repeat thinking of these two dorks
23: I desperately want to write an enemy to caretaker fic, but I am scared. It would take a lot of plot and planning, and I am not good at either LOL. But hopefully one day I can write it
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marchtothefuckingsea · 3 years ago
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Stick Around - Sean Renard
Last one flopped hard but I wanted to write this trope with him so bad and I literally sat down and wrote this in an hour so I figured I may as well share it.
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Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Injury, blood, violence but it’s canon to the show. A bit ooc in my opinion (again)
Hurt/comfort, enemy to caretaker type beat, no usage of y/n, x gender neutral reader, x grimm reader !
Summary: Reader is a new grimm in Portland, tracking down a wesen who has left a trail of bodies in their wake. Despite what they do, they receive quite the unfriendly welcome from the police captain, who is unknowing of their intentions. Reader gets badly injured by the klaustreich and is forced to go to Sean Renard for safety.
Prompted by the classic and overused "I didn't know where else to go" trope.
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I clutched my hand to my bleeding side, desperately putting pressure on the gunshot wound. I winced, feeling a burning sensation as the adrenaline started to fade from me, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable to the pain that awaited me. I gripped my shirt hard, until it hurt my hand, still pushing against the injury while trying to find an outlet for the pain.
I bent down, grabbing the gun that the klaustreich had aimed at me with. I heard shuffling as she struggled to get up and I stood up, much too fast. My head spun and I stumbled against the brick wall behind me, one hand clutching the gun and the other pressed to my side, breathing heavily. I blinked hard in a desperate attempt to clear my vision as I heard more shuffling, and what sounded like dragging footsteps.
My breath quickened and I stumbled back in fear, my eyes barely focusing on her feline frame before she lunged at me, knocking the both of us to the ground with a grunt. The weapon flew out of my hand, skidding across the pavement. She fumbled, clawing at my face with vicious ferocity. I hissed in pain as I felt the sting of her claws, bringing my arms up to shield my face and letting my forearms bear the brunt of her attacks. She paused for a moment, her lips curled into a sneer. I seized the opportunity to wrench myself out away from her, rolling over onto my belly with a pained groan and fumbling for the gun, my fingers mere inches away from it.
My bloodied hand finally grasped the barrel, flipping it around and aiming it at the woman still clawing at my shoulders. She made a last-ditch effort dive, and I shot. I winced as she fell on me, pushing myself out from under her with my elbows. I could feel blood dripping down my arms, suddenly feeling woozy. I rolled onto my stomach again, shakily pushing myself onto my forearms before struggling to my feet. I leaned heavily against the wall, pressing my fevered cheek to the cool brick and gasping out labored breaths. I struggled to think straight.
I weighed my options, knowing I couldn't go to the hospital for my wounds. They would ask far too many questions, and I couldn't afford to get arrested. My apartment was far from within walking distance, and so was Rosalie's place. I slumped against the wall as I went over what options I, realistically, had. None, really. I groaned when another sharp pain coursed through my abdomen, pressing harder against the wound as my head spun helplessly. Another alternative appeared in my clouded mind, although not one I favored, but it was better than dying on the streets.
Or maybe I would be better off with the latter.
Sean Renard's condo was only a block away, within walking distance, even in my state. I could probably make it.
I pushed against the wall weakly, straightening my posture and stumbling forward. The rest of my walk there was a haze of pain and dizziness, though I remember a car honking at me as I crossed an intersection, headlights burning into my eyes as it came to an abrupt stop to avoided hitting me.
I stood across the street from the complex, leaning against a streetlight as I regained my composure. I knew I had to be let in, and I couldn't show up looking like I just murdered someone.
I winced, hissing in pain as I removed my jacket, tightening it around my waist to hopefully slow the bleeding. The more I thought about it, the worst of an idea this was becoming. I wiped my bloodied hands on my jeans and attempted to cross my arms to hide the claw marks the best I could. My breath hitched in my throat when the action pulled at the gaping wound on my stomach. I quickly put my arms back to my sides, one instinctively coming up to press against the injury.
I hesitated, once again glancing at the building and wondering if it was worth it. I knew he couldn't arrest me, not without people asking questions, but he could just as easily kill me and do away with the unwanted grimm.
"I may be a cop," He had threatened me. "But I can come back as a zauberbiest if you try anything."
I wasn't a bad grimm. I had tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen, growling out his threat in woge, before stalking off with a deathly glare. I didn't kill wesen just because they were wesen, I tried to make things right. I tried to reason with them, I only dealt with them if I absolutely had to. I didn't like unnecessary bloodshed.
Another wave of dizziness swept me up, making me stagger forward, falling onto my hands and knees with a bloody cough. My arms shook beneath me and my vision darkened and blurred, signaling I didn't have much time left. I carefully rose to my feet once the dizziness passed, my mind made up.
I stumbled across the street, not bothering with my appearance anymore. I felt my blood soaked shirt cling to my middle. I fell into the wall, pressing the comm with shaky hands. It took me a handful of tries to even hit the button, before I breathed out a shaky, "I'm here to see Sean Renard."
A man's voice crackled through. "Who is it?" His voice was cautious, I knew he could see me through some sort of security camera. I no doubt looked suspicious.
I hesitated. "Tell him it's the grimm."
"I'm going to need a name." He insisted.
"I don't have one. He doesn't know me by anything else." I snapped, dots starting to swim in my eyes. I blinked hard, leaning into the wall even more and pressing my face to the cool concrete. I sighed, the cold relieving the raging heat beneath my torn skin.
"Come in." The man said, the doors simultaneously clicking, signaling they were unlocked. I fumbled with the handle, staggering through and into the lobby. Lurching into the elevator, my hands hastily pressed the button with a '16' on it, before I slumped against the handrail, a hand resting wearily on my stomach.
My eyes fluttered shut, but I was thrown off balance when the elevator lurched to a stop, the 'ding' sounding and doors sliding open. I walked out into the hallway on weak legs, still clutching my injury. I found his door and paused, my hand poised to knock. A million second thoughts ran through my head, almost..afraid, now that I was here. Afraid of how he would react, and unsure if he would help me or not, or maybe even the opposite.
I was interrupted when my legs suddenly gave up, and I fell limply against his door with a light thud, the blackness becoming even more prominent in my vision. I struggled to push myself up, barely clinging onto the doorframe when the door opened, with an irritated and woged Renard behind it. A wave of fear crashed over me, causing me to stumble back unsteadily. I hunched into myself defensively, a trembling arm still curled around my waist. I was barely aware of the way blood had begun to soak through the shirt even more, enough to begin dripping through my fingers.
His eyes were cold and calculating as he took in my form - judging my condition, no doubt - before turning back to his human form. Probably once he realized I was far from being a threat. He took a step towards me and I immediately flinched back, wondering what the hell I was thinking when I thought this was a better option than dying on the street.
"I- I'm sorry," I gasped out painfully, struggling to stay conscious. "I didn't know where else to go." I trailed off, my eyelids became heavier by the second.
I forced them open again, before finally collapsing, groaning out weakly in pain as my limp form hit the floor. I rolled onto my side, hugging my middle desperately and gasping out quick, agonized pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep from crying out, before I saw him crouching in front of me, his hands hovering over me almost hesitantly.
“I’ll leave.” I groaned out, feebly pushing myself back with my arms. Once I had braced myself on my torn forearms, I struggled to make my weak legs work. They kicked at the ground uselessly instead of what I wanted them to do. I fell back to the floor with a whimper, breathing unsteadily, my eyes glossed over in fear and pain. I saw his now concerned face inches from mine, but my brain didn’t register it. I shut my eyes tightly, my limp hand coming up to rest on my stomach in a last attempt to shield myself. My sharp gasps of air had become more spaced out, and my head was concerningly light.
I whimpered when large hands pressed forcefully against my wound, the agonizing pressure forcing me back to reality,
“Stop,” I whined, clawing weakly against his hands and kicking my legs in protest.
"Please." I coughed, blood bubbling up in my throat. The taste of the rusty liquid on my tongue caused me to gag, and I flailed against his hold to right myself as I felt like I was beginning to drown in my own blood. He helped me to turn over, but still held me against him, his arms wrapped around my middle, still applying pressure to the gunshot wound in my abdomen as my body was wracked with bloody coughs.
Even as the coughing fit faded, I layed limply against him, exhausted and gasping for breath. My body still trembled as I curled into him. I was freezing. I didn't care at this point, I only wanted warmth and comfort. I felt his arms wrap around me tighter, and I wasn't sure if I should be reassured or even more scared.
Once I had caught my breath, I began to struggle onto all fours. He let me this time, eyeing me cautiously. My arms shook, but I managed to haul myself into a sitting position, slumping against the wall and watching him through half-lidded eyes with a cautious, glassy gaze. I struggled to keep my eyes open.
I flinched back into the wall when he moved towards me again, curling an arm protectively around my waist, but made no move to get away from him. I didn't have the energy in me to fight him anymore.
"Come on." He muttered, looping an arm under the both of mine. I begrudgingly allowed him to help me to my feet, gritting my teeth to try and hide how much pain I was in. He helped me into his room, with me leaning heavily against him. He kicked the door shut behind us, guiding me over to the bed. He let me go carefully, making sure I didn't collapse as soon as I was without his support. Falling onto the edge of the bed, I blearily found myself cold without his body heat as he pulled away.
"I'll be right back." He said briskly, turning on his heel and leaving the room. I could hear the shuffling sounds of things in drawers and the slam of cabinets, coming from what I could assume to be the bathroom. I glanced around the room, my situation suddenly becoming all too real, I felt a faint rush of fear. Something-probably my grimm instincts- told me to get out of here. I was too weak to even get to my feet without collapsing, and so I sat there, fighting to stay awake and fighting against the panic that was slowly rising into my chest.
The police captain entered the room, then, carrying a first-aid kit in his hands. I tensed up, a jolt of pain coursing through me at the action, causing me to hunch over and squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a low whine. My head shot up in surprise when I felt the bed dip beside me. Renard had sat, his larger frame towering over me. He spread the various tools from the medkit out on the bed, and I grimaced at the sight, shuffling away. He glanced over at me, his eyes softer than they were before as he saw the panic in my own.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to patch you up." He reassured me, his eyes meeting mine. I forced myself to relax, soon finding my body slumping into his side weakly, his warmth a comforting distraction of my current situation.
I woke later, blinking my bleary eyes open. I groaned, turning onto my side, before I drew in a sharp breath of pain at a burning, tugging sensation in my stomach. Pressing a hand to my abdomen, I suddenly remembered everything. My head shot up, eyes darting around the room. They came to rest on a sleeping zauberbiest in a chair by the bed, his head slumped over on his shoulder and the first few buttons on his dress shirt undone. I fell back onto the pillows, attempting to control my breaths, which had started to become frantic and pained.
I inhaled a shaky breath, wincing when the action once again tugged at the stitches on my abdomen. I let my body relax limply into the mattress, an arm curled defensively around my middle, still. I sighed, my eyes fluttering shut as I began to drift off again.
I forced them open when I heard shuffling and a groan, Renard beginning to stir. I managed to prop myself on my elbow, watching him somewhat cautiously.
“You’re awake.” He groaned, stretching his legs out and folding his hands together before leaning forward.
“Yeah.” I mumbled, not exactly sure where we stood now that I had a somewhat clear mind.
“How do you feel?” He asked, his eyes flickering across my frame. I hesitated, just wanting to lie and get out of here.
“Better, thank you.” I settled for, not wanting to elaborate. “I need to get back.”
“Back to where?”
“My apartment.”
“I don’t think you’re in the best condition to be in such a hurry.” He frowned, watching as I struggled to push myself into a sitting position, pain evident on my face. “Let me help.”
“I’m fine.” I said tautly, finally sitting up, before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I groaned as my head pounded furiously at the movement, my vision swimming.
I gripped the sheets tightly in my fists, hunching over and squeezing my eyes shut. I jerked back when I felt a pair of hands rest on my shoulders, preventing me from standing. He was now standing in front of me, and I glared up at him.
“I’m not keeping you here against your will,” He said, his eyes softening once he saw the pain in my mine. “I just..care. It would be unwise for you to leave right now in your condition.”
“Care? Since when do zauberbiest care about grimms? I’m surprised you haven’t killed me yet.” I spat, but there was no venom in my words.
“Then why did you come here?” He sat back down in the chair, removing his hands from my shoulders. I hesitated, not even sure of the reason myself. It was an unconscious decision, I knew that much.
“I just needed somewhere safe to go.” I muttered.
“And you considered coming to me safe?” He gave me an amused look, a slight smile playing on his face.
“I told you, I had nowhere else to go.” I argued, but I knew I had lost the argument. He uttered out a hum. We sat in silence for a few moments, before I asked quietly, “What do you mean by you care?”
His eyes darted up to meet mine, unsure how to respond. “You’re a grimm.” He said simply. I looked at him questioningly, his answer only drawing up more questions. He sighed. “You’re a grimm that doesn’t kill wesen just because they’re wesen. I have a partner like that, you remind me of him.”
“How did you find that out? I tried to explain that to you before.”
“I’ve been..watching you.” He admitted. “With good reason,” He defended himself before I could accuse him of anything. “We already have a grimm here in Portland, I didn’t think we needed another one, I was going to scare you off.”
“So you want me to leave.” I said flatly. I hadn’t been planning to stick around anyway, I had only followed the klaustreich case here. I ended up renting an apartment by the week from some old lady, when I hadn’t been able to track down the klaustreich after a week and a half. I needed more privacy, somewhere I could spread out all my books and findings without having to worry about the hotel staff stumbling across it.
I never really stayed in one place too long, fate had had other plans for me once I had discovered I was a grimm. Since I started seeing the creatures, I had been on the move, only living in one area long enough to deal with the problem. Then I was onto the next.
It was both out of will and necessity that I did this. I had quite a few nasty groups after me, so I couldn't really afford to stay in one place that long anyway. It never bothered me too much, I was never exactly welcomed with open arms, and I was almost always more than glad to be leaving.
"I wanted you to leave." He corrected me. "But..maybe we could use another grimm in Portland, if you're up for it?"
I hesitated. I had come to trust him in the past couple of hours, and trust that he had no intentions of harming me, at least not yet, but this was touching on an entirely different matter.
"I don't know if that would be a good idea." I said cautiously.
"Why not?"
"I don't think I'm the grimm you want hanging around here." I smiled weakly. "I'll bring more problems than anything else."
He understood immediately. "Our own resident grimm, Nick Burkhardt, I'm sure you've heard of him, has plenty of bounties on his head as well. We'll protect you as we do with him. I will." He reassured me, his hand reaching out to rest comfortingly on mine.
His eyes only convinced me further, the soft look and sudden emotion in them further solidifying my decision. I had the possibility to settle down here. Maybe I wasn't meant to be on the run for the rest of my life after all.
"I guess I could stick around."
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iamhumannotamonster · 2 years ago
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anyways what about whumpees who are like dangerous? horrible bastards maybe? I like monster whump but it can be with human whump also. Legit the type of character who kills and murders and beats and fires etc etc.
Maybe for x or y reason they are controlled by whumper in some way. Maybe they have been conditioned to obey whumper, are being extorcioned, unhealthy attachement, magic brainwashing, the whumper is someone in a higher position, etc (you name the reason)
It can also be pet whump and the whumpee is treated like a feral animal or smth
in contrast with whumpees who are usually scaredy cats, maybe this one is a total asshole and an agressive, unpleasant person overall with everyone except whumper. Would caretaker want to help them? would the whumpee appreciate that even?
Maybe this particular whumper lets the whumpee beat their enemies up or kill them.
Whould whumper let whumpee insult or act up against everybody else except them? or does the whumpee act up despite the punishement?
How would whumpers friends react? would they be uncomfortable?
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suspicious-whumping-egg · 3 years ago
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*snicker snicker* demand numéro quatre (French for ask number four) well based off your title I’m going to guess you like whump so here’s a whumpy hero x villain ask….. hero wounded and bleeding out, knows that the only place they can go is villains house, upon entry they find villain also recovering from a serious wound,,,, queue two whumpees caretaking for each other :D
Thanks for the request! Tws: gunshot wound and stab wound, mild gore.
Hero kept their hand clenched onto the handle of the knife lodged in their side. Their torso was a bloody mess of agony, the stab wound throbbing furiously over their bruised ribs and battered body. Every instinct screamed at them to yank the blade out, but they knew they’d only begin to bleed to death if they did so. Their enemy had been stupid enough to leave the knife in, they could at least take advantage of that.
They wouldn’t have to do this forever, anyway. They could get help… somehow. Their team had been compromised, and they wouldn’t dare risk the lives of their friends. They pulled their phone out of their pocket with a trembling hand, fumbling to put the password in and smearing blood over the screen as they typed in Villain’s number. The line rang once, twice. Every beat of silence, they desperately hoped Villain would pick up, but they were only met with another ring.
“It’s Villain, I can’t get to the phone, leave me a message but only if it’s urgent,” Villain’s rushed voice said before the line went dead with a beep. They’d clearly recorded their voicemail box in a hurry.
Hero sighed. They were pretty sure their situation counted as urgent.
”Villain, I- I’ve been stabbed,” they choked out, pausing to cough out the blood that had gathered in their throat. “I’m coming over, there’s nowhere else to go…”
They hung up before they could say anything Villain could tease them for, and prayed that these wouldn’t be their last words.
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Hero stumbled into Villain’s apartment complex, their head spinning with pain and exhaustion as their wound radiated angry, burning throbs with every movement. They’d managed to drive one-handed, their body moving on autopilot. They still held the knife inside them, determined to keep from bleeding out, fueled by pure adrenaline and spite. They wouldn’t let themself be killed by something like this.
They knocked on the door, two rapid taps followed by a pause and then a third— their signature knock— before they slid the barrels of the lock into alignment with their mind, effortlessly picking the lock. They didn’t have time for Villain to let them in.
Yet when they stumbled into the apartment, dripping with their own blood, Villain was nowhere to be seen.
”Villain—” they called out weakly, as vertigo swept their body and threatened to consume them. They clenched the knife tighter, their fingers practically frozen in place. I’m not going to die without you by my side.
“Hero?” came the choked response from their rival. Hero turned towards the sound and bit back a gasp when they realized Villain was on the floor, clutching a furiously bleeding leg. “Come to finish the fucking job? Henchman missed their shot and left me to suffer.”
Hero winced.
“I- what? No! I‘m so sorry... I’m not here to kill you, I swear. I just came here ‘cause I’ve- I’ve been stabbed…” They gasped for breath in between words, leaning heavily against Villain’s couch.
“I have nowhere else to go and you’re the only one I know who can help. But uh... just give me a minute. Don’t move.“
Hero shifted their mind‘s focus to the cabinet they knew contained Villain’s medical supplies, and messily flung the first aid kit towards the two of them. Their brain was too clouded over with pain and terror to be precise.
Their hands shook as they opened the box and retrieved a bottle of disinfectant and a handful of hemostatic gauze. “I’m gonna try to deal with this and then I can try and help you,” Hero said through clenched teeth. Bold of you to assume I need help taking care of this now that the first aid kit’s in reach, Villain thought. But they knew the comment would go best left unsaid.
Hero wrapped their hand once more around the knife, their uncontrollable trembling causing them to make sharp, angry cuts along their insides before they managed to slide the blade from their torso with a nasty squelch. They hissed in pain, holding back a louder sob, as blood spurted from the wound in a rapid flood. They took no time before dumping disinfectant over the stab and unleashing a shattered scream at the agony that lit their side. They stuffed the wound with gauze, the pain doubling with the pressure to the wound, and wound tape around their torso. It barely stuck to their skin, slick with blood, but it was good enough for the time being. Good enough that they could help Villain.
They knelt by their rival’s side, wincing at the sharp waves of pain brought by the movement, and examined the gunshot wound in Villain’s thigh. “That looks painful,” they murmured with a sympathetic wince. “I’m sorry about Henchman.”
Villain scoffed, squeezing their eyes shut in agony. “If I’d have just been more careful it would have been fine,” they muttered. “They’ll be the one who’s sorry when I get a hold of them again.” They reached for the bottle, dumping a generous amount of disinfectant over their wound.
“Fuck—“ they gasped out at the blinding intensification of the pain burning through their already-throbbing leg.
“But anyway,” Villain continued. “It looks like the bullet went straight through my leg, fortunately. I’ll be fine other than that it hurts like a bitch, don’t worry about me.“ They wanted Hero to stay, of course. They wanted it proven that they were more than an asset or a convenience. They had to force the next words from their mouth. “If you wanna leave now that you have that stab taken care of…”
Hero silenced them with a sharp glance. “You really think I’d leave you after you were shot?” They almost felt bad that they seemed so heartless. “Honestly, it won’t do either of us good to be alone tonight,” they added on more gently.
Villain nodded. “Fair. Make yourself at home then, I guess. Just gonna finish this up.” They packed the wound with gauze and bandaged it in a similar fashion to how Hero had treated their stab wound. It’d be good enough for the time being.
Hero busied themself in the kitchen, getting a pot of milk started on the stove to make cocoa. “Sorry for intruding,” they said belatedly. “I just…” they sighed. “It looks like we’re both screwed over now, honestly.”
Villain laughed dryly. “I’ll have you over the next time I need someone to point out the obvious,” they quipped.
Hero shrugged. “Well yeah, but it’s true. My whole team is at risk right now, our location’s been released to the fucking public. And then the whole thing with Henchman defecting to Supervillain. It might do some good to lie low and stick together, y’know?”
Hero added a handful of chocolate chips to the pot and rifled in cabinets for cinnamon— it turned out being too high up for them to reach without angering the deep stab in their side. “Looks like the cocoa will be boring,” they muttered.
A few minutes later, they poured the steaming drink into two mugs. They headed to the couch to pass the second mug off to villain before cuddling up beside Villain— only for warmth, of course. It was second nature, but at the same time, more natural than fighting them. “Do you think we’ll be alright?” Hero asked softly. With the military chasing after them to recruit them and Supervillain tracking what felt like their every move, nothing seemed better than crashing at Villain’s place and sleeping for a week.
Villain sighed, stroking Hero’s hair with their free hand and taking a sip of their cocoa. They could call a truce with their nemesis, at least for the time being, if it meant getting some rest. They wouldn’t let Supervillain best them. “I always manage to come out on top, and I’ll bring you with me,” they reassured Hero. “It’s gonna be okay.”
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authordgaster · 2 years ago
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A Couple More Age Swaps for my AU
Kana
Age: 20
Class: Nohr Prince/Princess
The oldest member of their generation. A source of kindness and wisdom for their peers, and a force of nature to their enemies. Still absolutely adores their parents.
Is AroAce because yes.
Shigure
Age: 14
Class: Sky Knight
The youngest member of his generation. Loves to ride on the back of his Pegasus, and is incredibly shy. More innocent than his original counterpart, but still has trauma from losing his friends and caretakers.
Shiro
Age: 14
Class: Spear Fighter
Shiro is actually raised by Sakura and Hana in this AU, with Ryoma being a surrogate father. Shiro loves his moms, but he’s still not entirely sure how to feel about his uncle(? Dad???) He picked up a Lance, not to beat either of his moms, but so they could become a perfect type triangle team. (Sakura: Green, Hana: Red, Shiro: Blue)
He’ll still be the one to inherit the Raijinto.
(Sakura will give the Fujin Yumi to her nephew, Kiragi)
Siegbert
Age: 14
Class: Cavalier
Similar to Shiro, Siegbert is Elise and Effie’s son, with Xander being a surrogate father. To Siegbert, it doesn’t matter who’s blood it is specifically that runs through his veins, he loves his moms and his uncle Xander.
He was admittedly a little upset at first when his absolute lack of an aptitude for magic was revealed, but his family supported him regardless, so he picked up a sword and became a Cavalier.
(He’ll one day inherit Siegfried, while Elise passes Brynhildr to her nephew, Forrest)
Midori
Age: 19
Class: Herb Merchant
Midori’s a lot less innocent in this world, having an entire 5 years on her original self. Even so she still retains her kind heart, and her medicinal skills are even more impressive. Her concoctions are still gross to look at though.
Percy
Age: 19
Class: Wyvern Rider
This Percy might be older, but he’s still the biggest dork, aspiring to be a superhero like his father. He still got angry and ran off like his original self, but instead of convincing a band of mercenaries to attack the group, it was the actual bandit band that the mercenaries were looking for that attacked. He’s also gotten really good at how to take advantage of his insane luck.
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forestlingincorporated · 4 years ago
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Teen Titans #29
So, one of my favorite types of fics to read is Different First Meeting fics between Jason and Tim. I looooove reading Enemies To Caretaker, of which I fed handsomely on fairly recently. Big Brother Jason fics give me warm fuzzies, and Tim Drake needs a hug, and I feel like if these two actually got to know each other and worked past their preconceptions, they’d get along surprisingly well. And Still A Jason!Robin Fanboy Tim Drake is just a fun concept. 
Also, it just FEELS right for the middle siblings to band together after Damian comes along, lets get those abandonment issues in the party. 
So, for mysterious and very secret TimKon Week 2021 reasons, I was rereading some Teen Titans, and I stumbled over the Original Tim+Jason First Meeting, and I just sort of wanted to talk about some interesting things I found in there rereading it after several years. 
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First thing right off the bat, when reading fics, normally it’s either the Core Four at the tower that Jason puts to sleep, or it’s Tim alone for the night. In the comic, none of Tim’s close friends are even at the tower, Jason waits for Bart and Cassie to leave, and Conner actually hasn’t come around for an in-universe month, because this is after the Superboy’s Birthright arc where Lex mind controls Conner. 
The people Jason knocks out were his own teammates when he was a Titan. He specifically says he never got to work with Beast Boy or Cyborg directly, so he doesn’t feel bad electrocuting them, but he feels bad putting Raven under much more gently because she used to worry for him. 
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Tim has just gotten off the phone with Bruce when Jason shows up. It seems like Bruce might’ve been picking Tim up, but something’s come up with Martian Manhunter going missing, so Tim tells him he’ll catch a ride with Cyborg. 
This is actually really interesting to me, because it’s a small moment of Bruce letting Tim down. It’s a conversation he’s probably had with his biological father many times when Jack’s canceled on him. 
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Gonna acknowledge this abomination real quick. This is So Stupid, and I’m glad as a fandom we just all agreed Jason didn’t do this. It makes me ask so many questions. Where did he get that oversized Robin costume? Why’d he tear off his perfectly good clothes? Why did he do this? Why the yellow tights? WHY? 
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A lot of things are actually happening here that are actually Really Interesting if you just look past the stupid fucking outfit. Because this comic actually flew really close to greatness, they just ended up dropping the ball by not continuing to do more with it. 
First off, Jason doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s immediately like “yeah, yeah, yeah, Red Hood, whatever, I’m Jason Todd, bitch! Fight me.” 
Secondly, Jason’s done his homework. He knows A LOT about Tim. He knows his name, he knows he has a dad, he knows he went to prep school, and he knows the story of how Tim became Robin. How he GOT that last bit of information, I’d honestly like to know. But even HAVING the information isn’t enough; he’s still letting his preconceived ideas get in the way. The surface level information about Tim’s life only served to fuel his jealousy and anger (thanks, Lazerus Pitt!). He’s so focused on Tim’s privilege that he’s looked past evidence of hardship; if he’s done this much research on Tim, he’s no doubt seen records of multiple boarding schools, lengthy travel records, news reports, a death certificate.... He can’t even bring himself to BELIEVE parts of Tim’s story that aren’t lining up with his world view, like HOW he became Robin. 
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Jason has convinced himself that what he’s discovered about Tim and the period of time when Jason was dead - the fact that Bruce was spiraling after his death, that his family mourned him, that Tim had to step up to the plate at a weird suicide prevention buddy system - is all a lie. Despite the fact that he’s beating Tim’s ass, he speaks to him with the assumption that Tim’s a child who’s been manipulated and lied to. 
Meanwhile, it must be SO PAINFUL for Tim to hear Jason say these things: I bet he said the same thing to you he said to me, didn’t he? That you have the talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in his war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light in his darkness.
Bruce never said any of that to Tim. Bruce rejected Tim, he didn’t want Tim, and begrudgingly accepted Tim. 
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Going back to Jason waiting for Tim’s other young teen friends to leave the tower before going in, only drugging his own former teammates, is much of his anger seems directed at THEM, not just Bruce. To Jason, it looks like they didn’t mourn him either, he has no statue. I find it interesting that he smashes Donna Troy’s statue, who died after him, and I believe she came back before he did. 
Unless he was keeping track of the news from the League of Assassins, to Jason, Donna never died. 
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And most importantly? Tim shuts Jason down. Tim “Bitch, Please” Drake out here like: you’re a fucking idiot, he loved you to death, he barely let me audition for the role. 
Tim shows some deep resentment towards Jason in this scene. I mean... earned, Jason literally came into his house and starting hitting him, but Tim’s relationship towards the Idea Of Jason has gone through a few changes. At first Jason was ROBIN! THE BOY WONDER! And if maybe Tim thought Bruce wasn’t AS happy with Jason as he was with Dick, there was still SOME hero worship early on. But it only takes Bruce and Alfred and Dick using Jason’s death as a cautionary tale a few times to get Tim to see Jason AS a cautionary tale - the kind of Robin NOT to be. But the more Tim craved Bruce’s paternal attention and approval, and the more Bruce withheld it or made Tim work for it, knowing that Bruce did that, in part, because of his love and grief for his dead son (Tim having an actual living breathing father plays a part, too), and those feelings towards Jason have started to fester.
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Jason can’t let it go, though, he thinks the concept of Robin was a mistake and had always been a mistake, and if he can hurt Tim, so can Scarecrow, Penguin, The Joker. 
This is a good time to bring up that one thing I think Jason probably doesn’t know is Tim is injured. It is a little over a month since since Conner shattered Tim’s right arm. Tim is still healing from a comminuted fracture in his forearm. And looking at this picture that is - ah, yes, that is the injured arm Jason is swinging Tim by. Tim is probably healed by now, the cast IS off and he’s a child, but bones don’t fully return to full strength for 3-6 months. 
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Jason is conflicted. This is clearly, in part, a fucked up way of “protecting” what he sees as a manipulated child, to convince him to leave Bruce. But there’s also clearly some deep, deep jealousy thrown into the mix to complicate matters and cloud his judgement. Ultimately, Jason isn’t there to kill Tim. Tim would be dead if he was. He’s there to “beat some sense into him,” and he ultimately fails, and fails badly. 
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Tim is found by the older Titans, awake by now, though it seems Jason knocked him out to, uh, fuck with the memorial chamber, and Tim... does not beat around the bush. No secret identities here just “yeah, Jason Todd beat the shit out of me.” 
And their reactions are HILARIOUS. 
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One more little sidebar, in the comic, Jason gets in with a D.N.A. check that never removed him from its permissions. Usually in fic this is a unique pass code. I’m not sure which version I like better, honestly. There’s something about Jason physically inputting a code that accepts him even though he’s supposedly dead that I really like, and just feels better than a dna scan. A dna scan sounds SAFER, sure, but there’s something about the Titans leaving in an honest SECURITY RISK out of sentiment that I like. 
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Lastly, I really like how it ends. Jason honestly thinks Tim IS a good Robin, and it seems like Jason’s done some research on the core four, mentioning Tim’s “real friends” again while the “camera” is on Conner and Cassie, suggesting that Jason KNOWS about them and possibly that targeting the tower while they were gone maybe wasn’t an accident or out of convenience, but fully intentional. And again, Jason’s real problem is highlighted: he feels alone, forgotten, unmemorable, no family, no friends. 
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. 
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Hi, hope you’re well! I was wondering about the hidden enemies aspect of the twelfth house. Does hidden mean the types of people (people with influence of the sign in your 12h) you are unaware are antagonizing you or is it that those characteristics in someone throw you off but you can’t really put your finger on why? Can these people believe that they are helping you but really they’re holding you back in some way? Can the hidden aspect go both ways? Why does 12h synestry have this effect? I have cancer on the 12h cusp and I’ve never really been able to develop any meaningful relationships with any (cancers) that I’ve met though I’ve been trying to emulate characteristics of this sign (12h as repressed tendencies). Note: I unfortunately have no water placements to help me out what so ever lol. Thanks for your help, your blog is absolute gold ✨✨✨
12th House and Hidden Enemies
Since the 12th house is ruled by Neptune, this is the place in our chart where things can be difficult to ascertain. Things are murky and veiled here. Not only can you be unaware of where people are causing trouble for you but there can also be a weird “vibe” that something is not right with something or someone but one may not be readily able to make it out. In the natal chart, synastry, or composite this can display itself as mentioned above. Things can get triggered here in ways you are not altogether comfortable with. And of course, because like the 8th house, things can be deeply buried or repressed. For more insight lets look further:
Aries/Mars in the 12th
Hidden or unconscious foes can often attack a native’s go sense of self. This is because Aries/Mars rules the 1st house of self. “I AM”. Often a native with this placement may wind up feeling victimized without being able to put their finger on the source if said feeling. An astrologer/native will want to observe one’s Mars placement and the contacts it is making to other planets in the natal horoscope or in synastry/composite [Mid-point or Davison]. Ex: Mars in the 1st can indicate conflict to the self. Mars in the 7th can indicate complexity with enemies being close relationships. One can have issues with authority figures or those in leadership. Hidden enemies can be competitors or they may feel anyone who triggers these planets is a rival they need to “beat”. People who trigger “lust” or “Sexual urges” in a native may be perceived as a nemesis. In addition, rivals/enemies might display aggression, antagonism, self-serving habits, and impulsivity. Watch out for those who display toxicity in the form of domination or those who overall try to silence or step on your drive. These people can be ruthless, cruel, “bullies” or simply those who charge in a shoot first/ask questions later. 
Taurus/Venus in the 12th 
Enemies are involved with 2nd house realm of “possessions”. Things we get territorial over. This includes finances and things we appreciate. Enemies may accuse the native of stealing/taking something precious from them. Things they value. Be on guard for those who encourage over-indulgence, general excess, and materialism. Someone who once wore the mask of a friend may turn foe due to being envious of the things a native owns. The things a native has or their wealth. Venusian placements can indicate the type of relationship a native has with their enemy. Ex: Venus in the 4th may indicate secretly toxic family members. Venus in the 11th= friends or those in their general social network. Venus in the 5th, casual lovers, etc. Fixed tendencies or feelings can exist in the underlying relationship between secret enemies. Be on the lookout for undoing in the physical/material realm. This includes thievery, hoarding, over-spending, or living beyond practical means.  Undoing can come from going after comfort and security in toxic or co-dependent ways. Lovers or those who provide wealth and security may become enemies by withholding it from a native or trying to gain control over it behind the native’s back.
Gemini/Mercury in the 12th 
Secret enemies can come in many forms. Generally, this will be in the realm of communication, ideals, or intellect. The interactions may be formidable and stem from communicative interactions or opposing views. A  secret enemy will often challenge the native’s wits or will simply strive to appear more intelligent than them. Superficiality, fakeness, disingenuousness, and two-faced behavior are common threads. Undoing can display itself as blockages to learning, gaining insights, and general discouragement of focus that can make the native grow. An enemy will, in layman’s terms, try to make you look stupid. Insult your mind. Make you lose focus. Mercury aspects and placements can reveal more. Ex: Mercury in the 11th can indicate surface level bonds with peers and communication that is not honest. Friends may lie. Mercury in the 9th possibly indicating enemies who may try to manipulate beliefs or manipulation in regard to teaching and religion. Secret enemies will reveal themselves in their communication methods with the natives. Through dialogue. Enemies here can use sarcasm, cowardly subs, insults veiled through “back-handed compliments”, passive aggression, insult you subliminally so you don’t realize you were attacked or insulted until after-the-fact. Slander, libel, or general shit talking. Think of Regina George:  “OMG I love your skirt!” only to turn around and say “That is the fugliest effing skirt I’ve ever seen”.  with the 3rd house involved, siblings and extended family could be culprits or part of the problem.  A toxic person may try to attack your intellectual confidence. Unethical approaches involved with words and general attacks of the mind. These people may intentionally cause confusion or gaslighting. Watch out for people you perceive to be liars. Therein lies the foe.
Cancer/Moon in the 12th
Veiled Nemesis’ are often difficult to feel. Things will be subtle. Their tactics or vibes will often display themselves in the form of manipulation, passive aggression, or a general “toying with the feelings”. Since the moon/Cancer often represents the “mother”, toxicity from a parent or child may be an issue or the culprit. A native will often feel their sense of security or safety being “attacked”. Enemies will attach their healing methods and/or emotional confidence. The placement of the Moon can indicate where emotional damage typically goes on. Ex: Moon in the 10th can indicate attacks to the public person or prestige or even the career. Coddling, not being able to let go, clinginess and overprotection are general themes. Perhaps a parent or guardian, lover, or close friend is incessantly over-protective that it causes a stunt to general emotional and mental growth. Again, it may be hard to see since it is the moon that can be a mysterious place as is the 12th house. The channel that one discovers said enemy will typically be through intuition and even dreams. Remember, through said over-protection and general fear of letting go can lead to the native’s undoing. We often see the toxic side of femininity with this placement. Mom, Grandma, sister, great grandmother, etc can be involved in the problem here. Child-abuse, using the child as a pawn during custody battles, emotional manipulation in order to get what the enemy wants can be what causes the nemesis theme. A hidden enemy may cloak themselves as “just wanting the best for you” or “I do it because I love you and care.” The enemy may not be able to let go.
Leo/Sun in the 12th
Foes will strive to exert their and dominance over a native. This will display itself as the spirit of competitiveness, bullying, domination, bossiness, arrogance, etc. Think leonine traits at their worst. Leo in the 12th will do this behind the scenes with power plays. How they can lord things over a native. The father could be a culprit in this or the father could be part of the issue. Daddy issue [regardless of sex]. Internalized misogyny. The Sun’s placement can reveal more. Sun in the 3rd will try to influence the mind or dominate the intellect. Sun in the 6th indicates a coworker or boss or one may feel/be overshadowed at work. The battle will always be involved with the core ego or one’s sense of self. A hidden enemy will try to greatly influence this person in this realm. A hidden nemesis will try to act like the dominant parental figure or act as if they are giving good sage-like guidance or person. They will try to act like the authority figure. This person will drain the native’s energy stores. The definition of an energy vampire. Why? because even as humans, we get our energy from the Sun. We are heliocentric. One can often feel drained energetically after dealing with such an individual. This will reveal to you “who” the enemy is. In addition, we can see more themes of toxic masculinity here just like Mars in the 12th. Moreover, the enemy may not be another person but the own native’s hubris. They need to take care not to allow their ego to run roughshod over them. Pride comes before the fall.
Virgo/Mercury in the 12th 
Secret enemies with this placement will often reveal themselves by criticism. More specifically, criticism about things a native is very insecure about. The critiquing will be neither healthy nor remotely helpful. It will scar instead fo heal. Hidden foes will wear the mask of the “caretaker” or “healer”.  Their behavior will simply be a means to an end. The native will often find themselves internalizing the criticism which is exactly what their enemy wants. The words the foe spouts will be sort of like Simon Cowell’s analytical stance. Harsh but not in a way that builds. One may often find the enemy saying things like “that’s just my opinion.” they will veil it under the mask of “honesty” when in reality it is just shit-talking for shit-talking’s sake. These people don’t really care, they just like to take people down a peg. Be on the lookout for those who display “Munchhausen by proxy syndrome” towards you. The caregiver who secretly injures by tries to gaslight and cover it up under the guise of “love”.
Libra/Venus in the 12th 
Like Taurus in the 12th, similar issues will display themselves through relationships. The ones closest to us. Your hidden foes may hide under the mask of “friend”. They are nearer than you are probably comfortable with. Look for those who are near and dear. Now, will all your teammates, family ties or friends be enemies? No. But you’ll want to be careful who you let into your circle with said placement. Best friends turn to enemies. The ones who hate on you when something good happens. The friends who link with you through trauma bonds but when you successfully break that tie, they are angry at every “win” you have. These people will be the ones who don’t clap when you win. The people who say they are “there for you” but stab you in the back.  They’ll secretly compete with you. Those who thrive and gloat when you are down and out. Enemies in this house will threaten your harmony and balance somehow. They will not respond well to diplomacy or will mask their ill-intent through the mask of “sweetness” and “Friendliness”. You’ll feel a shallow vibe from them. They’ll say one thing but their energy screams something else. Friends who are fair weather. Those who take advantage of a native’s attachment, or infatuation. A lover who ghosts or tries to make you co-dependent on them. An enemy or toxic person may actually lust or secretly desire you but manipulate you into thinking you are the one obsessed with them. There will be subtle mind games. They will enjoy toying with you. Delayed gratification or just manipulation. Think 5 of swords and 3 of cups paired.
Scorpio/Pluto in the 12th 
Paranoia resides here. Hidden foes will be quite underhanded and manipulative. Secrecy is seriously involved. People with this placement live by the mantra “expect anything from anyone, the devil was once an angel”. Betrayal, possessiveness, control and power themes, vengeance, and guilt are involved with enemies. Anyone who triggers these themes recurringly may be individuals to keep your distance from. People who trigger self-destructive tendencies are enemies to look out for. Moreover, a native can feel like they are their own worst enemy. Remember, a Scorpion is prone to stinging themselves. Enemies here are prone to trying to turn the native against themselves. This toxic behavior will be intentional. Toxicity will display itself through trauma bonds, possessiveness, gaslighting, manipulation, envy, or just general attempts at control and domination. Remember, the general theme here is “power and transformation.” Enemies are often those who boast a considerable amount of power [over the native or those who are powerful in general]. The danger in this placement? A native may feel a strong magnetic pull or obsessive fascination towards the enemy. This can appear in the natal, synastry, or composite chart. Watch out for the lover who seems to have a hold on you but you don’t know how or can’t seem to break it. They know what they're doing *sucks teeth*. Secret enemies desire to manipulate you or play the ventriloquist. Their goal is to see you be your own downfall. They’ll wade in the shadows, pouring gasoline on the fire of the flames of your self-destruction. Watch out for those who smirk while you’re going through a hard time. Or those who encourage you to do things you inwardly know aren’t good for you. Be on the look out for power-hungry individuals. Those who NEED to be worshipped. The types to lead “cult-like” followings and draw you in. This can often be displayed through seduction.
Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 12th
Hidden enemies/foes will be very fanatical and zealous. Enemies here lie in the realm of philosophies, teaching, higher learning, or religious beliefs. These enemies will be toxic gamblers. People who enable you or encourage self-indulgence, promiscuity, and general recklessness. They won’t ever warn you or ask you to heed caution. Ever. They’ll mislead you, tell you half-truths, or cherry-pick facts and figures to suit their own needs. They’ll make you think you’re getting the full picture but you won’t be. They’ll teach harmful beliefs, things that destroy faith in what is tangible or real. Make shit up to suit their own propaganda. It’s very similar to Neptune since both Jupiter and Neptune rule the spiritual. What they teach you may make you feel bogged down. They’ll use beliefs and doctrine to control. Their passion and zeal may make you feel as if what they are spouting is the end-all-be-all but it tends to be the opposite. Gloating and one-upmanship are themes as well. These hidden enemies will reveal themselves by questioning your beliefs or forcing you to believe theirs or causing dramatic scenes when you don’t conform or question theirs.  The nemesis might be a professor, guru, preacher, priest/priestess, or political leader. They’ll be exaggerators, quite preachy, and cloak their arrogance under another mask. Often it will be “confidence” but ultimately it’s bravado or self-absorption. They’ll be charismatic, yes, but they’ll attack your aspirations, idealism, talents, and dreams or simply try to tell you they’re not there or tell you you don’t really know yourself- they do. They’ll tell you they “know you better than you know yourself”.  Again the theme is “beliefs”. They will dissuade you from forming any thought process that doesn’t align with their own. They won’t encourage you to learn for yourself, cross reference, cite your own sources, or guide you to thinking for yourself. It will always have to be in the confines of what THEY believe for it to be seen as “appropriate”.
Capricorn/Saturn in the 12th
Hidden enemies or foes will often be a threat to growth. They’ll be restrictive. Threaten a native’s ambitions, reputation, prestige, groundedness/security. They may present themselves or even be authority figures. Power games are seen here. Guilt, repression, feelings of guilt, and/or general suppression of self-expression and drive. These individuals will be calculated. Very chess-like. Wealth or the legacy of a native and their possessions will be threatened or at risk when one has this placement. The enemy will display an austere persona. Could even be the father, grandfather, great grandfather, etc. Masculinity is involved here. Disappointment and criticism are extreme themes they’ll subject you to. This is how you’ll figure out who they are. They’ll be cold, want control, or be controlling. EXTREMELY negative. They’ll also be greedy or attempt to hold a native back from success, prosperity, or independence. Maturity will be inhibited. Opportunities thwarted. But they’ll mask it all under “wanting the best for you.”  The enemy could even be an individual's lack of exploration or their own self-repression. They could cause themselves to be too hard on themselves which could lead them into self-imposed depression. They must learn to be free. LIVE.
Aquarius/Uranus in the 12th
Hidden foes and/or enemies can be erratic. They’ll operate in a very unpredictable manner.  Their behavior will be exciting so it may be hard to recognize it at first. They may appear out of the blue. The nemesis might attack a native’s individuality and freedom. They may cause chaos and disruptions in your life. The enemy may not respect your individuality or differences and/or freedom. They’ll disapprove of the unique way of life your lead. [Look at Saturn as well as Uranus]. Your freedom will always be a threat to theirs and vice versa. Look out for those who seem “out there” and who try to coax you into avant-garde ways of doing things. It may not always be in your best interest. You could wind up with sudden breaks, accidents, unpredictable events because of them. They may cause disruptions to your security or cause so much confusion they can cause severe damage to your psyche [Uranus can also rule intelligence and mental dealings]. They’ll be recognizable as the “rebels”. They may not always be the types to intentionally wish you harm but may lead you to it. They’ll be, eccentrics, or anarchists and can lead you astray. Their agenda is to be agents of chaos. Think of the Joker from the Dark Knight. “Do I really look like a guy with a plan?” It will be hard to see. You may even be enthralled. Again this is the 12th house. Lots of instability here. The enemy could even be the individual's need for rebellion which can cause them to get themselves into trouble because they don’t see the threat or danger involved or they simply don’t care.
Pisces/Neptune in the 12th
Hidden foes may have may connections to karma. The feelings will be extremely felt through intuition and psychic insights. You’ll feel them but not really know where they’re coming from. Often there will be a “Nessus/Dejanira” theme going on. The victim and abuser. Often, the native will be the abused.  Strong Manipulation. The enemy will make you drink the “Kool-aid”. Their abuse often stems from their own hurt and trauma. They’ll claim they want to heal you or help you. Their “aid” will be cloaked under sympathy and love. Often it is an illusion. In reality, they’re wanting something. Being used can often be a theme. Themes of addiction or drug abuse can live here, too. Think of Bobby and Whitney or even Syd and Nancy. Enabling addictions are very prevalent. Now the enemy may not even be a person but addictions themselves can be the undoing or downfall. One with this placement must be careful in indulging in mind-altering substances. Alcoholism can be an issue as well. If it is an actual individual, the foe can play the martyr or cause you to sacrifice something precious to you. They can play off your insecurities or weakness and keep you emotionally dependent. They can toxic to your spirituality or try to influence your spirituality as well.
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